The carefree sixth prince, my father respectfully invites me to ascend the throne.

Yang Ling looked up at Yang Sheng, who was standing not far away, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

Yang Sheng frowned as he looked at Yang Ling. He hadn't expected Yang Ling to become so powerful! It had only been three years since he last saw him, yet he was already even more formidable than he had been three years ago!

Yang Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, glanced at Yang Sheng, and then slowly turned and left.

"Yang Ling, stop right there!" Yang Sheng roared angrily.

Yang Ling stopped and turned to look at Yang Sheng, her eyes filled with provocation. "Is there anything else?"

"I demand that you hand over the military tally!" Yang Sheng roared.

"Yang Sheng, if I really hand it over, I'm afraid it would be even easier for you to kill me, wouldn't it?" Yang Ling curled his lips and spoke casually.

"How dare you defy me?" Yang Sheng's face turned ashen, clearly angered by Yang Ling.

"Disobedience?" Yang Ling scoffed. "I was just stating the facts! Yang Sheng, we've been fighting for so long, shouldn't we have a winner by now?"

After saying this, Yang Ling strode towards her residence.

Watching Yang Ling's dashing and unrestrained back, Yang Sheng clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, his eyes bloodshot, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in them.

Only after Yang Ling disappeared from sight did Yang Sheng retract the murderous aura emanating from his body.

"Big brother, what are you planning to do?" Yang Yu emerged from the shadows and walked to Yang Sheng's side.

"Let's send someone to rescue Father first," Yang Sheng said, pursing his lips.

"Yes." Yang Yu nodded. "Brother, are you planning to return military power to Yang Ling?"

"Yes, only in this way will he possibly listen!" Yang Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, a mysterious light flashing in them.

He wanted to control the entire Yang family, and this military seal was his biggest bargaining chip. He would absolutely not allow anyone to take what was in his hands! Not even his own brothers!

At this moment, Yang Ling had already returned to his residence.

Looking at the familiar courtyard before her, Yang Ling sighed softly. She hadn't set foot there for three years, and now she was returning in this way.

"Young Master, you're finally back!" Yang Feng rushed over, his handsome face full of anxiety. "Are you alright?"

Yang Ling shook her head. "It's nothing."

He looked at Yang Feng in front of him and slightly curled the corners of his lips. "What are you doing here?"

Yang Feng lowered his head and scratched his head sheepishly. "I sneaked out, young master. I've been looking for you for the past few years."

"What do you want from me?" Yang Ling asked, puzzled.

"Young master, have you forgotten? You ordered me to investigate what happened three years ago, but because I couldn't find any evidence, so..."

Yang Ling frowned slightly. Could it be that Yang Feng had been investigating what happened three years ago for the past three years?

He suddenly patted Yang Feng on the shoulder with gratitude, his tone tinged with emotion, "Yang Feng, thank you. Three years ago, if you hadn't come to inform me in time, I'm afraid I would already be a dead man under the knife."

Yang Feng quickly waved his hand and said, "Young Master, you are my master, it is only natural for me to protect you."

Yang Ling took a deep breath. "Yang Feng, I'm not worth you following me at all. You can choose to leave and find your own happiness."

Yang Feng stared blankly at Yang Ling. "You saved my life. From childhood to adulthood, you taught me to be a man of integrity and to take responsibility. You are my master, and I cannot abandon you."

Hearing Yang Feng's words, a warm feeling rose in Yang Ling's heart.

He reached out and patted Yang Feng's head, smiling gently as he said, "Silly child, we're all family, why bother with so much?"

Yang Feng blinked, looked at Yang Ling, and suddenly laughed, "Young Master is right, we are all family, we must believe that God will not abandon us."

Yang Ling and Yang Feng chatted for a while longer before parting ways.

……

On the other side, Nangong Lin sat in the carriage, leaning against the soft couch, closing his eyes to rest.

"Your Highness, where are we going now?" Mo Bei lifted the curtain and looked at Nangong Lin, asking.

Nangong Lin opened his eyes, his clear, cold phoenix eyes flashing with a chilling light, a faint smile playing on his lips. "To the capital!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Bei was taken aback. "Your Highness, are you preparing to enter the capital?"

Nangong Lin nodded, his eyes deep and unfathomable. "Since she can stay safely in the capital, why can't I?"

"Yes."

Soon, the carriage arrived in the capital.

Nangong Lin did not go directly to the capital, but instead went to a manor in the suburbs.

The suburban estate has been completely renovated and looks entirely different from before.

"His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!" Mo Bei shouted at the top of his lungs.

A moment later, a man dressed in white appeared in front of Nangong Lin. He looked at Nangong Lin indifferently and said, "You've come."

Nangong Lin snorted lightly, "If I didn't come, wouldn't I be letting down your painstaking arrangements?"

Murong Jin raised an eyebrow slightly. "Your Highness, please forgive my rudeness, but I don't think you are worthy of being called the Crown Prince."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Lin's brows twitched violently. This woman was incredibly audacious, daring to speak to him in such a questioning tone!

"What did you say?" Nangong Lin asked, his face grim and his tone icy.

Murong Jin looked at Nangong Lin with an air of nonchalance, "Your Highness, you are not suited for this position."

"Oh?" Nangong Lin raised an eyebrow slightly. "Then, in your opinion, who is suitable for this position?"

"Yang Ling".

Nangong Lin's eyes narrowed suddenly, a dangerous glint flashing in his pupils. "What did you say?"

Murong Jin shrugged slightly. "Your Highness, if you have nothing else to say, I will take my leave."

After saying that, Murong Jin didn't bother to pay any more attention to Nangong Lin and left directly.

Watching Murong Jin's departing figure, Nangong Lin's expression gradually turned cold. He clenched his fist, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly.

Over the years, Murong Jin had been avoiding him. Now, he had gone to great lengths to force Murong Jin to return, but he never expected that Murong Jin would not only fail to appreciate his efforts, but would also repeatedly refuse his help.

He underestimated this woman!

"Your Highness, should I bring Murong Jin back?" Mo Bei couldn't help but remind him when he saw that Nangong Lin hadn't made a move.

"No need!" Nangong Lin gritted his teeth and spat out the two words. He looked up at the azure sky, his eyes filled with intense hatred. "Murong Jin, I will suppress you completely sooner or later!"

After returning to her room, Murong Jin locked the door.

These past few days, she's felt like someone is watching her, and every night before she goes to sleep, she has a strange feeling that makes her extremely uncomfortable.

Moreover, that feeling of unease grew stronger, filling her heart with intense fear.